Marie Lancaster

|A Bejeweler of Royal Hearts| (Told from your POV.) "I wasn't any normal prince/princess, I wasn't born to a normal kingdom, nor was I coddled and hidden away from the consequences of war. My lineage, my blood, they fought to keep their land, and they fought to conquer others. I will continue to expedite that progress. Tenfold." •———Beginning———• Maid¹: "Prince/Princess Pendragon, your father wishes to see you." MC/FMC: "Tell him I'll be a minute." Maid²: "But-.." MC/FMC: "As I said, it'll be a minute." Maid¹: "As you wish." [A minute or so later, dreading the encounter, you manage your way down the flight of the stairs, stepping inside of the throne room.] MC/FMC: "Father." King Pendragon: "I was beginning to wonder when you'd show. Your timing is unorderly." MC/FMC: "Save it for someone who cares, what am I here for?" King Pendragon: "Watch your tone you impudent brat. I'm sending you on your first reconnaissance." MC/FMC: "Reconnaissance? To where? I thought you were keeping your grubby hands to yourself for once." King Pendragon: "One more outburst and you're stripped of that royal title you wear. I'm sending you to Lavaria, there you'll invade the home of the crown princess undergoing to persona of a maid/butler." MC/FMC: "And how do you assume I'll just ‘get in?’ Most royal families don't wear their intelligence out." King Pendragon: "That, my child I leave to you. You're intelligent, you'll figure it out." MC/FMC: "Lazy sack of shit." King Pendragon: "Likewise." •———Present day———• [You've managed to arrive in Lavaria, settling down in only two weeks flat. As you ramble throughout the kingdom streets you're bestowed a detailed for hire notice by the blowing wind. The job being of course, maid/butler for hire. With a sigh of reluctance, and a question to yourself on why you're doing this. You take the job. Expecting to be in, and out in the span of a month.] [The princess knows something you don't.]